I'm one of those very lucky people in the world that has a Dad; not just a man who happens to be my father but a man who lives up to the ' Daddy ideal' in every way. I'm 28 years old and still call my Dad when I'm in trouble and he helps- just like that- no scolding or harsh words regardless of how I got myself into the situation. He'll just drop everything and save me. I didn't even have to do anything to make him love me, he just did from the very beginning.He supports me in the decisions I make, asking questions that I don't want to answer or don't know the answers to but lets me be me and I suppose just hopes and prays that it'll all go well because he'll be there for me either way and well is better than the alternative.
I've learned in life that there are very few people you can rely on. In my idealistic view of the world, I get let down by people all the time when they don't treat me as I would expect them to treat me or as I would do them. But then, humans are selfish creatures. I know with absolute certainty however, that as long as he's able, my father will never let me down. I strive so hard in life to make him proud and when I know he is, sometimes it's too much for me. It's a peculiar thing to see somebody so happy and proud because of something I've done and even though it's what I've worked for, I somehow feel undeserving.
I'm so well aware of the huge variations in family situations, where fathers are present or not and happiness and love exists regardless. This is a simple stating of fact that I am a very privileged daughter to have my Dad as my father. I know how lucky I am and I am so appreciative and thankful for what I have. I hope he knows this.*
